Discovering Your Inner/Outer Child

Isabella revealed herself this week as a fairly tolerant, happy child. Teresa must have held her for half an hour and she didn't shed a tear! Her brother held her too without a breakdown. Maybe it's the Burdick (sp?) family blessing. Heather was rather jealous. But she got her reward when, by the end of the week (and her stay), Isabella was perfectly happy to roam with Heather instead of me.
Miracle of all miracles though - last night she spent three hours with Nana while John and I went on a date (a movie!) and didn't have a breakdown. In fact, she hardly cried at all AND took a nap. I don't know. I might die of shock. Is it wrong to be ecstatic that I can leave my child for hours at a time? Turns out she doesn't like bottles but is fine with sippy cups. My sanity is saved! (Even though I feel so guilty writing this.)
So now you all know. My little girl is growing up fast. 4 months and almost two weeks and she can drink from sippy cups and nearly walk (with a little support) and be babysat for 3 hours. If you haven't met her yet, you're missing out. She's a cutie with a mohawk.
By the way, Superbad was an awesome movie. Like Napoleon Dynamite but with more cursing and sex.